Wednesday, January 26, 2011

For Yeats and For You

I'm glad that you are frightened.
And that my words pierce into your core.
I feel like I've been dancing around you.
And you have just let me into the door.
I never wanted to scare you,
Or to ever cause you that pain.
But it's better you know me as I am.
And help me be someone worthy again.
You are a white Lily in the nighttime,
Wearing starlight in your hair.
I am a seeker seeking no more,
Now that you're standing there.
Maybe you're right to be frightened,
Of all the hurt that may lie between.
Maybe I am not worthy of this,
And I should pass by silent and unseen.
But poem in hand, here I shall stand,
And think of you breathless and shy.
And we'll defeat this loveless land
With a tango under a blueberry sky.

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